And the day passed by with her scrubbing more of her clothes, parading around naked as they dried.
I could hardly make conversation with her. I shouldn’t have looked, but the image of her lush, soft body is burned in my memory.
Her full breasts, tipped in deep pink nipples, more brown spots speckled across the tops. I may have counted the 127 that scatter across her cheeks and nose, but I ache to count the rest. To catalog each and then kiss them with my tongue.
I burn to taste her.
So now, she sleeps beside me, as she has off and on all day, waking to chat and check on her drying clothes, only to eat and fall back asleep.
Which is good, because my female needs her strength.
Because when she is fully healed, I am going to ease the ache in my cock with her teasing body. For now, my hand will have to do. I slide my palm over my hard length, gritting my teeth, imagining it’s her soft pink one. Imagining she’s licking it, like she promised she would do, high on the snail’s slime. Imagining that I’ve spread her legs as wide as they’ll go, licking and teasing between her thighs, until she’s screaming my name and coming in my mouth.
And then, because she is a human, I will make her come again and again, with my mouth, with my fingers, with my cock and my xof, until she is limp with pleasure and can think of nothing but being my mate.
I work my cock into a frenzy, grunting slightly, my eyes squeezed tight.
Next to me, Ni-Kee stirs in her sleep, and the fragrant perfume of her arousal shocks my senses. My cock grows impossibly harder.
Is she aroused in her sleep? The thought sends me close to the edge, and then Ni-Kee turns over. I pause, watching her breathe, watching the rise and fall of her breasts under the thin blanket, the way her nipples peak underneath it.
When my gaze slides upward, to her face, her pretty eyes are wide open, her cheeks flushed, and her focus firmly on the hard cock in my hand.
I groan, so close to spilling, and stroke myself again, unable to stop, excited by her watching me.
“What are you doing to me, my wife?”
She sits up, her hair tousled around her shoulders, the sheet falling off her bare breasts, and part of me wonders if I am dreaming, if this is real.
When she reaches a soft, pale hand out and fits it around my cock, I know I must be.
“Let me.” The words are an exhalation, an entreaty. “I want to know what it feels like. I want to…” She trails off, waiting for me, I realize. For my permission.
“Do what you will with it, it is yours. I belong to you.” The scent of her arousal thickens, and my mouth waters, needing to taste her.
My body jerks as she trails tentative fingers over it, exploring the bumps of my arousal with wide-eyed wonder, the hard xof, now vibrating slightly at her touch.
She pauses over it. “What is this?”
“My xof. It sings for you, my mate.” I can barely get the words out. I need more, but I am not about to rush her.
“Human men don’t have this,” she says. “What does it do?”
“It prepares our females for mating,” I tell her, arching into her touch, unable to believe this is real, that this fierce wife of mine has my cock in her hands.
“It’s buzzing,” she says, and then her eyes widen. “Oh, God. I think I know where that’s going to go. Oh. Oh wow.”
“Is it bad,” I say, straining not to spill, clenching my teeth so hard my fangs prick my lower lip. “Does it bother you?”
“No.” A small, delighted laugh follows this. “Not at all.”
Unbelievably, the scent of her arousal grows even thicker, and I groan again. “Ni-Kee, I long to touch you, to taste that sweet cunt.”
“Okay,” she says, and my eyes fly open at the word. She’s saying yes?
When I look up at her, her eyes are wide and lust-addled, her cheeks and chests flushed, her obscenely full breasts dangling just within reach. My cock’s still in her hand, and she squeezes it gently, experimentally. My eyes roll back in my head.
“Tell me again,” I say, wanting so badly to not have misheard.
To my surprise and eternal delight, Ni-Kee’s lips are on mine, gently brushing against them. Her hand continues to work my cock, and I groan with exquisite agony.
“I want you to touch me,” she says. “Please.”
Her lips crash against mine, harder now, insistent, and I unleash myself.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
NIKI
My shock and glee at rolling over to find Draz touching himself set off a burning need inside me, the delicious ache of lust already making me wet as I watched him.
When he kisses me back, though, utterly unrestrained and wild, it sets off a wildfire. He presses me to him, his hand spanning nearly the width of my whole back. One hand plays with the tip of my nipple, and I moan at the sensation.
He uses the opening to capture my mouth, his fangs pressing against my lips as his thick, textured tongue laps at mine playfully.
My hand squeezes him gently, and he groans. I’ve never felt anything like his cock. The scaly bumps all over it should be unappealing, but I think about how Draz will feel inside and excitement tingles through me.
Then there’s the xof. It’s got to be some kind of clit stimulator, and I’ve never been so curious to have sex in my life. I shiver in anticipation, my legs already shaking, and Draz breaks off the kiss, his fingers still toying with one nipple.
“What are you thinking, my Ni-Kee?”
“About what you’re going to feel like inside me,” I tell him honestly, and simply saying the words sends a pleasure rocketing between my legs as I clench.
I run my palm across his dick again, and he makes a hissing sound, his eyes closing.
“There is much I would do to you before you find that out,” he says. Before I can answer, his mouth finds mine again, insistent. I sling a leg over his hip, my foot resting on the base of his tail.
“Tell me what you want to do,” I command, kissing along the scaley ridges of his neck.
“You’re going to come in my mouth,” he says. “I will taste you on my tongue as you scream your pleasure. When you think you can take no more, I will make you do it again. And again. Only when you are limp and sobbing my name will I show you exactly how good my xof will make you feel.”
“Yes,” I groan, grinding into the thick length of him. We both moan as his cock rubs against my wet pussy.
“Enough,” he snarls, and then I’m on my back, Draz’s body caging mine, his eyes wild. I expect him to bury his mouth between my legs immediately, to make good on his promises, but he stays where he is, staring down at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“It is what is right, my heart. You, flushed with arousal, beneath me, wet for me. You, telling me yes, accepting your place by my side on Sueva.”
I inhale deeply, wincing a little.
His tail crashes on either side of my body, his erection pressing against the apex of my thighs.
“Say you will not leave me,” he says. “Say you are mine.”
“Touch me,” I tell him, unable to promise him what he wants. I need sex, I need him to give me what he’s promised. But… Sueva forever? Is that what really awaits me?
“You’re mine,” he snarls.
“Draz,” I moan. He drags his fangs down the side of my neck, and my whole body tenses in anticipation. His mouth finds one nipple, and he sucks hard.